red river gorge
I had my first taste of apple pie moonshine recently. As I tilted the half-full (or was it half-empty) Mason jar to my lips I was expecting an oral inferno of paint thinner injected crab apple juice, but instead offered a surprised “delicious!” before belting another slug. Katie’s sister made it. This fruity flavored hooch, more hobby than authentic bootlegging, brought to mind our nation’s dip into Prohibition, (piously given the misnomer, The Noble Experiment) but also reminded me that I was still standing and sipping in a ‘dry county’. I was in Slade, Kentucky, at the Red River Gorge (RRG), the southeast’s preeminent sport climbing paradise, emceeing on behalf of Petzl America at the 10th annual Rocktoberfest, the autumnal celebration of all things climbing.